by Erin Trejo
“The fun is just starting,” Knox whispers in my ear. A shiver races through me.
“You were doing just fine without me.”
“Maybe, but now I have you here,” he adds. I can feel him hard and ready behind me.
“Get off me, Knox,” I hiss. He rolls his hips and I moan softly. He laughs, pushing into me further.
“You don’t really want that do you?” Grabbing my wrist, he spins me away from him while the class goes insane. Some kind of instrumental club mix comes over the speakers as Knox pulls me back into him. “Move your body.” His words are a demand. A demand my body listens to. Slowly, I begin to move with him. His hand wraps around the back of my neck as he dances in front of me but never takes his hand off me. Our eyes lock and it’s like all the air in the room has been sucked right out. There’s something glimmering in his big blue eyes, something that I want to grab hold of and keep forever.
I duck under his arm and twirl before grabbing his hips and dropping to the floor. Pressing my chest against him, I slowly drag myself up until he grabs me by the hair. Jerking my head back, I gasp as I pant for air. His lips come close, nearly touching the flesh on my neck. I can feel him breathing against me while still dancing. Things are getting hot in here when I feel hands on my waist. I don’t even look to see who it is, but the smirk on Knox’s face tells me it’s Callan. Callan’s hands move up close to my ribs as he moves in closer. The feeling of being in between the two of them is almost more than I can handle. Knox releases the grip on my hair and I right my head, looking him in the eyes. There’s a serious look there, one that I haven’t seen much of. Then he leans down and bites my neck causing me to gasp loudly. The music stops and everyone is cheering. Callan moves back yelling something at them that has them all laughing but Knox and me? We stay in a standoff, staring at each other with so much intensity that I can’t think straight.
“I know you like my dick but not during class. I thought I finger fucked you enough in the hall.” His words are a slap to the face. My cheeks heat as the words whore are thrown around the room. A few girls laugh as Knox winks in their direction. Having enough of this class, I grab my things and head for the door.
“Don’t go, Liz!” I hear Whisper. When I don’t turn back, she yells at Knox, “You bastard! You need to calm down!”
“It’s no different from how we played with you, Whisper,” Callan adds. The class laughs but I’m already out the door and heading down the hall when I nearly run into someone.
“In a hurry?”
“No. Yes. I’m sorry,” I say flustered by what just took place in there. When I look up, the guy in front of me smiles sweetly, which is a change to the way Knox has been treating me.
“Which is it? And there’s nothing to be sorry for,” he adds, extending his hand. “I’m Tommy.” I reach out and grab his hand in mine.
“I’m Liz. Sorry, I was just coming from my dance class.”
“Ah, you dance. Well I’m a professor here. A new one that is and I’m not sure where I’m heading.” I almost giggle at the way he says it, but damn, he’s not bad to look at.
“Which class?”
“I’ll be teaching Art Appreciation. Apparently the old professor fell ill and hasn’t been able to return. I don’t suppose you’re in that class,” he says, his eyes roaming my face. I shake my head and brush my hair away from my face.
“No, I’m not but I can tell you, you are going the right direction. It’s down at the end of the hall,” I inform him with a smile.
“Shame I won’t get to see that face every day.” Butterflies dance in my stomach as he smiles and walks past me. I turn to get a better glance at his ass when Knox walks out of the dance room. His eyes move from mine to the professor’s and back. Something dark takes hold of him, and his hands clench at his sides. Well that’s a new one. Instead of giving him what he’s looking for, I flip him off and head toward my next lecture.
13
Knox
I lean back in the darkness and let it surround me. It keeps me hidden from prying eyes but it also gives me cover. I light a cigarette and lean back, watching her window. I can vaguely make out her form as she moves through the small apartment. She shouldn’t be there alone. She shouldn’t be there at all, but the games that Jeremy wants me to play? This is the perfect place for her.
I watch her shadow as it comes closer to the window, pulling the thin curtain aside. She peeks out as I inhale a lungful of nicotine, just enough so that she can see the glow of the tip. She spots it, her eyes narrowing as she tries to see who I am. I quickly flick the cigarette in her direction and watch as the curtain closes faster than it opened. I chuckle under my breath, but I don’t move. I don’t want to. In fact, there isn’t any other place that I want to be but here watching her. Something about that girl has dug its claws into my chest and won’t let go. It’s not that I like her that much, I’m not really sure that I do, but the idea of her being my prey sounds awfully good right now.
I sit in the darkness until the lights go out, hell I sit here an extra thirty minutes because I can’t bring myself to get up and walk away. When I think it’s clear, I shove myself up off the ground and wipe my jeans before walking toward her door. Pulling my lock kit out, I lean down and pick her lock.
Shoving the tools back into my pocket, I turn the handle and step inside. I glance around her small living room before closing the door behind me and locking it. Her scent is everywhere, on everything. I move slowly through the living room careful not to make a sound and startle her. Picking up her jacket, I bring it to my nose and inhale. Lavender and strawberry. That’s what she always smells like. Setting the jacket back in its place, I move into the kitchen. One glass sits on the edge of the sink, a bottle of Vodka next to it.
“My little princess likes to drink alone, huh?” I mumble to myself before turning and heading down the small hallway. I can practically feel her. My body knows hers and now it doesn’t want to let her go. The closer I get, the harder I become. My heart starts beating erratically in my chest. I don’t know how or why she does this to me but I feel it. And I fucking hate it. I hate her for making me have these emotions that I’ve kept locked away.
Reaching for her doorknob, I hesitate but only for a second. When I push it open, I see her. She’s laying on her stomach, one leg curved and stretched to the side. She has on a thong and what looks like a small tank top. That sweet round ass is bare and begging to be touched. I walk closer, careful not to wake her. I can hear her breathing slow shallow breaths. My nostrils flare the closer I get. I don’t know what it is that makes me want to hurt her and fuck her all at the same time. My cock is straining against my zipper as I take her in. Her flawless skin, her pure complexion. A soft groan escapes my lips as I inch closer and closer until I run my fingers up her bare flesh. At first she doesn’t move, not even stirring a little, but the further up her thigh I trail my fingers, the more she feels it. Liz starts to groan, slowly shifting her body around. That’s when I climb onto the bed. I crawl up her body just as she starts to wake.
I’m faster than she is, moving my hand to cover her mouth before she can scream. My body presses into hers, holding her in place as she silently begins to sob. Fuck, what am I doing? I shouldn’t be here; I shouldn’t be doing this to her but I can’t help myself. I bring my lips close to her ear and breathe her in. I know she can feel my breath dancing along her flesh as she cries. She has her eyes clenched shut as silent sobs shake her whole body. Slowly, I remove my hand from her mouth but keep my body against hers.
“Please, don’t do this. I don’t know what you want from me.” She cries harder.
“I want everything,” I whisper. Her sobs slowly start to calm, no doubt from the sound of my voice, but I shouldn’t be calming for her. She should be afraid of me.
“How… how did you get in here?” she asks, her voice shaky. That’s better. That’s what I wanted to hear.
“It’s simple, really.” I press my lips to her cheek just
enough that she can feel them. “I didn’t like the way you were looking at that new professor, Liz.” Her body trembles.
“What? I wasn’t,” she begins when I shove my cock against her body. She gasps and closes her mouth as I grind myself against her. It feels so good when I know it’s all wrong.
“You were. I saw you. Why do you want to fuck with my head, Liz? What gives you that right?” She doesn’t have an answer for me. No one does, not even myself.
“I didn’t do anything to you. Get out of my apartment, Knox,” she hisses under her breath.
“You would like that wouldn’t you? If I just up and left you alone. Do you not remember where you are?”
“Please.” Her voice catches slightly but I didn’t miss it.
“This is my town. Everything in it, including you, belongs to me,” I remind her. I’m not that stupid. I know I don’t own everything but the thought of her believing that settles something in me.
“What do you want from me?” There it is. That’s what I was waiting for. I climb off her, rolling her onto her back before taking my place between her legs. She tries to kick, but she doesn’t get anywhere.
“This. To see you cry for me, Liz. That’s what I want.”
“You’re sick,” she says through her gritted teeth as tears slide down her cheeks. I want to lick each one, taste her anger on my tongue, so I do. I lean down and lick a tear as it slips free and groan.
“You are making a big mistake sticking around here. You should run, Liz.” I don’t know why I want to warn her away, but whatever it is Jeremy has planned for her could go from bad to worse. I like fucking with her head and her body but I don’t want to see her dead. Jeremy, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to care either way. I have to figure out a way to keep him from hurting her without letting on that I actually give two fucks.
“I have nowhere else to go.”
“You’ve been running haven’t you?” Her eyes come to meet mine but she refuses to answer me. It’s that defiance that calls to me too. The fact that I can make her cry, but she still refuses to give me what I want.
“I live here now.” Slowly, her tears begin to stop and her features harden. This is the girl that has run for months. This is the girl that can hold her head high and not let me have what I want with her. She won’t give me her tears because she knows now, that that’s what I want. I smirk as I lean down and press my lips to hers. She doesn’t kiss me back and I didn’t expect her to, but I make damn sure that her lips are bruised and swollen before I stop. When I climb off her and onto my feet, she leaps off the bed and runs. I cock my head to the side and chuckle, knowing she’s probably trying to get help. Strolling out of the room and down the hall, I come face-to-face with Liz and a knife.
“What are you going to do with that?” I ask in a teasing tone. It amuses me that she actually thought that would work.
“Get out of here and stay away from me, Knox.” Her hand trembles as if she’s never held a knife before. I step toward her as she raises it a little higher, pointing the tip right at me. When my chest presses against it, I growl as I feel it prick through my shirt and into my flesh. Liz watches me, her mouth falling open as I look her in the eyes.
“You’re not going to stab me, Liz.”
“Yes, I will. Get out!”
“No,” I say, shaking my head and moving a little closer. The burn is there; I can feel it but I need to make my point with her. “You won’t hurt me and we both know it. You want me too much to do that.”
“You’re insane! I don’t want you, Knox. You need to go.” Her voice has lowered and when I reach out and grab her wrist, she startles. I squeeze hard enough that she drops the knife before I slam her against the wall. I’m too damn hard for this. My lips crash into hers, nipping and biting. Liz doesn’t hold back this time either. Her mouth moves with mine, hell it might be going faster than mine. Our tongues intertwine, slipping over the other as if they were meant to. I grab the buckle on my jeans and pull them down quickly but not before grabbing a condom from the pocket. I step back and tear it open while Liz watches me with wide unsure eyes. I tear it open and roll it on before my gaze collides with hers. We’re two wrongs fighting for a right. We’re two broken people looking for the wholeness that only another fucked-up human could provide, and it doesn’t matter if it breaks me all over again, I’m not stopping this.
“Say no, Liz.” She shakes her head and that’s it. I lose all sense of control. I move in, slamming her harder against the wall until she bites into my lip. Then I’m lifting her, kicking my jeans and shoes off, carrying her back to her room, and laying her on her bed.
“This is a bad idea,” I whisper as I suck the flesh of her neck into my mouth. She moans and arches her back, trying to get me where she wants me. I reach between us, grab my cock and plunge into her. Her screams are music to my ears. I pull my lips away from hers before grabbing her thighs and spreading her wide. Each thrust is harder and faster. I roll my hips, trying to get as deeply inside of her as I can. For whatever messed up reason, I’m finding I need this girl in my life.
14
Liz
I find myself lost in thought more often than not this past week. Is what I’m feeling for Knox real? Is it wrong? How can I want someone that obviously only wants to use me? There are so many questions that I don’t have answers for, and I’m not sure how to find them.
“Are you even listening to me?” I glance over when Whisper elbows me.
“What did you say?”
“Are you kidding me? What the hell has gotten into you besides Knox’s cock?” she asks with a hint of laughter in her voice.
“It’s not like that.”
“Yeah, okay. I see how he looks at you. Like you’re his next meal.”
“He broke into my apartment, Whisper,” I inform her. That has her stopping in her tracks. Her face falls and her hands ball in her lap. I know she’s about to lose her shit and go off on him, but that’s the last thing I wanted to do today. It’s Thanksgiving and Steele and Whisper invited me and Danny to go out with them. I didn’t want to, but I also didn’t want to be alone. Danny jumped at the idea, considering he’s friends with all of them too, but then had another friend from out of town ask him to finish up some tat work. He basically ditched me for him. Not that I mind hanging out with Whisper.
“I’ll kick his ass,” she says, gritting her teeth.
“No, you won’t. It’s Thanksgiving and we are not doing this today,” I warn her. She looks around the empty room before dragging her gaze back to meet mine.
“Are you okay? He didn’t do anything stupid, did he?” She sounds so concerned and I love that about her. She cares for others in her own screwed up way.
“I’m fine. Everything is fine,” I reassure her. She calms slightly, blowing out a breath before smiling.
“For you. Just today, I will be on my best behavior, but I can tell you after the holidays are over, I’m going to rip his cock from his body and burn it in the fireplace.” I start laughing, hysterically.
“I won’t stop you!” I laugh harder as she joins in. It’s nice to be able to laugh and enjoy myself around her. I’ve been living day-to-day for so long that I don’t even remember what it was like to not look over my shoulder and just let loose.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you or with you and Knox, but tonight is our night. We’re going to dinner, we’re going dancing and we are going to have an amazing time getting drunk off our asses.” I smile at her because I can’t help myself. Being around Whisper opens up a new side of me. One that I like.
“Yes. And God help us if we pass out and fall on our faces,” I add.
“You won’t pass out if I cut your ass off,” Steele says as he strolls into the room. My mouth falls open as I take him in. I know Whisper is right there with me. He’s wearing a tuxedo. A fucking tuxedo. My eyes roam him from head to toe and my God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything looking as good as him. That is until his brother wa
lks in. Knox is dressed exactly the same and my heart leaps into my throat.
“Why are we going with tradition and wearing this shit?” Knox asks as Callan and Shane walk into the room.
“Because we need one thing that keeps us grounded, even if it is dinner and these fucking clothes,” Steele growls. I can’t take my eyes off Knox. I knew the man looked good in his jeans that hang just right and those long-sleeved t-shirts he wears, but my God, seeing him in a tuxedo is something out of this world. I glance down at the gown that I have on and I can’t even compare. Where he looks like he stepped off the cover of a magazine, I look like I fell out of the local goodwill in the first dress I could find.
“Don’t you dare say one word,” Whisper snaps at me. I glance over and notice her eyes on me. I nod my head slightly before someone is grabbing my hand and pulling me from the couch.
“You look great, Liz,” Callan says, making me blush. Shane smiles brightly as their daughter hugs her legs.
“Why aren’t you dressed up?” I ask leaning down to talk to her.
“Mom says it’s for big people today,” she says softly. I reach over and run my hand over her little cheek as she smiles. A woman, I assume to be the babysitter, walks into the room from the kitchen and Bella runs into her waiting arms.
“Let’s go. The faster we get this tradition shit over with, the faster I can get out of this.” Knox growls low in his throat.
